*authors note: in this story I use the names Herucle, not MrSatan, chi no ki and in my story someone wished the moon back because I refuse to deny science. the world would have ended nearly if the moon was gone. That is all OwO*
Trunks stared blankly at his father after a few minutes and began considering suicide after he told him that he would from here on be responsible for the saiyan woman back in the containment room.
Vegeta seemed not to notice his son staring at him in the back of his head as he went about continuing some paperwork, which Bulma had more or less bribed him to do for the sake of the intergalactic communications system they planned to launch one day in the future.
It would be a ground breaking movement, enabling the helpless citizens of earth to at least be more aware of the dangers that could be faced in the future, and lift the age old ignorance that throughout history had caused them to be so complacent.
No one, and particularly Vegeta, was expecting human kind to suddenly hop to it and become warriors, but at least would like the public to know about these things more openly so that they would stop having to disguise and pretend they were all humans.
"They" as in the Saiyans and Namekians and other assorted extraterrestrial life that currently inhabited this planet.
Vegeta, if given the okay to stop acting like a human and disgracing his inner pride by lowering his 'racial status' would for one be over the moon, (figure of speech seeing as Piccolo destroyed the moon, causing several massive environmental disasters until someone wished the moon back with the dragon balls... Wait...that means ... Never mind.*)
Trunks stood there still and then shifted his gaze to the tray of food next to him.
"Can I at least give her more food than that? Even mom eats more than this..." He spoke up finally.
Vegeta sighed and then continued his paperwork.
Trunks groaned and then picked up the measly tray and then hovered off, feeling too lazy to walk. He paused before an automatic door and then called back;
"I don't know what you're trying to do putting me in charge here, but I can tell you it won't end pretty!" He said, and then continued on.
In the containment cell, Aspara had run out of strength as she tried to break out. She panted heavily and paused for the first time in a whole day, and somehow in that day alone she had worn herself out more than she ever had in her life.
She collapsed and screamed in agonising frustration that she could not somehow manage to escape. Trunks, despite knowing he could take her easily, flinched and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as she howled and cursed and carried on in some unidentifiable language.
Trunks took a deep breath and then as her carrying on ceased, he placed the tray of food onto the area provided where it was teleported to the other side of the cell.
Aspara heard the light clang of the food and the smell of rare cooked meat. She almost got up to eat it, but then scowled in disapproval. How could be accept these filthy traitors help
With the only strength she really had she declared;
"I am not going to eat your disgusting human food. I will starve here and then kill myself before I surrender."
Se could seldom speak, or raise her voice after her carrying on, and she bit back the urge to cry.
"Stupid, womanly weaknesses. I'm a disgrace, being driven to tears in frustration. I should be enjoying this challenge... But something feels so empty now... My whole life's only goal, and its been trashed." She lamented mentally.
Trunks couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He stared into the window of the cell at the crumpled and worn out figure as her body heaved with every breath. She had bruised herself and cut her self all over as her power was drained.
The cells system that sucked out *chi was in some ways a cruel system but for equally cruel prisoners that was what they could do to stop them.
However this poor, broken woman wasn't a criminal regardless of her intentions. She was lost and looking for her own kind, and trunks could all but understand even more than he knew himself what she was probably thinking right now.
"I may be lucky to have been born with people around me all my life, a reason to live and let others live if you will, and I'm sorry my father wasn't what you thought he would be." He said.
She turned her head to glare at him.
"I-I don't need you're ap-pologies..." She panted, the pain becoming more evident to her now that her adrenaline had worn off.
"I know, I know, you don't want my sympathy either, but tough luck." He replied frowning down at her.
"Sometimes when drastic things happen, people even as strong willed as my father can change drastically even more so. And at first he had his own selfish motives too, he planned to take me away and make me a killing machine to outshine my uncle Gokus son, who at the time was the only other half saiyan." He admitted.
The story of his parents was told through two different perspectives, and he knew both. His mother was actually totally oblivious to his fathers original intentions, and told the story as if it were some big miraculous change of heart, but his father told it like it was.
Many years previously:
"Trunks, your mother can be quite thick sometimes." He said.
Trunks gasped and stared up at his dad who had just so easily insulted his mother.
"Don't say that dad, don't you love mom?" He asked, kicking the dirt a little.
Vegeta cringed when he heard the word escape the lips of his son. He looked down at the boy and behind his physical resemblance to himself, Vegeta saw that whimp of a child, Gohan...
"Stop talking like that! You should know better... I... I hate talking about things like that. I'll never say it out loud, but if you think I do then fine." He settled for.
It was unable to be denied that NOW he felt this... 'Love' emotion, but he convinced himself it was purely derived from the animal instinct to reproduce and protect his blood from being eradicated.
"Look, trunks, what I'm about to tell you, you must never tell anyone, and especially not your mother." He whispered after making one of the hardest decisions of is life.
Trunks perked up and listened intently. His blue eyes focused on his father as he paced back and forth, deep in thought.
"Trunks, when I first 'met' your mother I had no intention of being with her. I came to this planet from outer space to destroy all human kind, and I admit to this day I question why I didn't." He began
Trunks felt much more nervous now. He knew they were strong, and different from humans, but he didn't know they were aliens...
"However, your... Ugh... 'Uncle' Kakka- oh wait, you don't know him as that, your uncle 'goku' proved to be a bigger challenge than he was worth and it made my conquer of this planet inevitably impossible." He said.
Trunks nodded, and was familiar with the tales his mom had told him of Son Goku, the hero of earth.
"After that even more complications arose and I found myself being, 'bribed' I suppose into letting them all live for a few more years... Bribed means basically they persuaded me to not kill them by offering me something worthwhile to look forward to as a reward for my patience. That was when I truly became interested in Bulma, your mother."
He thought back to those years in which they all trained to fight the androids... His son, Trunks had come back from the future to warn them of their soon to be deaths...
Vegeta decided to skip the androids as it would be confusing to him, as well as the other trunks from the future.
"I stayed with your mother here to train to destroy a large monster called 'Cell'-"
Trunks cut him off, "you mean that guy Hercule killed or something?" He muttered.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Vegeta hollered suddenly, enraged by the mere mention of that idiot wrestlers name.
Trunks's squeaked a little and froze to the spot making a mental note to never speak of Hercules again.
"Ahem.. Anyway, while I was training I became increasingly aware of your mothers presence. At first it was annoying, all she did was nag me, and bug me with petty questions and irritating attempts to understand me, and trying to pry me open and getting me to talk to her.
All I wanted was to train and defeat cell, and then the rest of them, namely 'Goku' because I was from then on to hold an eternal grudge match with him.." He continued.
He turned and faced his son and then sat down on the couch staring at the boy for a while as he contemplated to to continue.
Trunks sat down too and waited patiently for his father to continue.
"Well, eventually I found out she was quite useful. She was handy with the machinery and despite acting like any other dumb female on this globe, she actually had quite the brain on her. It was actually a relief to have found a person whom I could talk to in the most technical terminology and just have her actually understand what I as saying.
When I realised she was worth talking to, and began to notice her in a different light I began observing her." He edited out the part of course where he began to lust after her as she was constantly unintentionally triggering his natural attraction to...
Anyway...
"She, your mother, in terms of intelligence and skill... And temper... Is almost exactly like a female Saiyan. That my son is the name of our warrior race. We are natural born killers, made to wreak havoc and terror of the galaxies. Since my home planet was destroyed when I was young, there was no one left.
Despite all the pride in the world, and despite having hardened myself to the petty emotions that affect you humans so easily... I have to admit I was actually..." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes;
"Lonely..." He paused for a minute.
Trunks marvelled at the tale, hearing about his alien ancestry and even if it was only a intended to ask more later.
"Any ally or comrade I once had died or wasn't worth it so I eliminated them leaving only myself and 'goku'. I then remembered he had a son. That boy, Son Gohan, was somehow stronger than even he was... That boy was a dormant monster, and though his power was triggered only with anger and dire need, it was sheer and immense, so much that I began to envy it."
"I could not understand why a child who was only half could be that strong and wondered if it was a mistake, or coincidence, but the only way to find out was to have one of my own to mess with." He said finally.
"Your mother had somehow, following my decision to humor her and actually communicate with her, been lead to believe that I liked her, which in some respects wasn't totally wrong. In that time I had deemed her finally to be worthy of my time, and the only human on the planet I could stand, and so I chose her to be my mate, which in basic terms means I wanted her to have you." He said.
Trunks nodded, understanding most of what was being said. A lump was developing in his chest... To know he was only created because his father was envious of another child want the kind of story he wanted to hear, but he was tough and so he sucked it up and continued to listen.
"I planned to train you secretly behind everyone's back after you were born. I wanted you to be my soldier, and for me to be your commander. The last two saiyans worth acknowledging, we would leave the planet earth when you were ready and then continue living a true saiyan life as a warrior of space, leaving this planet unharmed as a rare sign of gratitude... Never to return. It was the perfect plan."
He admitted. Trunks felt the lump again and this time it was hard to hold it back as a tear or two formed. He was born to be a warrior? A soldier? A murderer? He clenched his teeth at the thought of it, but held his cool.
If his dad had still wanted that I would have happened. There had to be more.
"However..." Vegeta started again, the malicious tint to his voice during his reminiscing, recalling the glory he once could have possessed completely gone from his voice, replaced with what sounded suspiciously like defeat, "the moment I saw you when you were born, in your mothers arms I realised that if I left this world I would leave so much more than just a convenient planet."
"Originally I decided to spare this planet for its convenience and it likeness to what I can remember of my own world. It was the only placed could blend in so easily, train endlessly and reach unbelievable powers, without the annoying risk of death and distraction every five minutes...
I would have been leaving the closest thing to the end of my loneliness. In time I would have grown bored with you, or your inner human nature would show through and piss me off. I would have eventually killed you if we had continued to live like that. The saiyan race killed themselves by making themselves such a hot headed and arrogant target for disaster, and I was no better." He admitted. The words stung like acid on his lips, but to his one son he could at least tell the truth.
"If I stayed on earth and continued to humor them, despite having lost the chance to be a blood thirsty warrior, I would at least not die the last of my kind, and at least some of the saiyan pride and power would be passed on to you, and then to your children, or siblings even should I choose to reproduce again.
Plus... Since we saiyans believe in loyalty, and I HAD made a promise to your mother, that was my chance to actually keep my word. And so I did, and here we are now."
Trunks was a bit overwhelmed by this story, but nevertheless he felt more grown up now that he knew the truth. He stood up and with a calm and firm voice he said;
"Thank you father for being honest with me. It's better that I know the truth and not be blind. You're a stronger person than ever to give up something like that for a cause you didn't even care about to begin with.
You really are the best. I'll grow up to make you proud someday, I promise." He said.
Vegeta stared at his above average child, who at the young age of six somehow could comprehend something so complex and twisted as his own fathers mind. He even got so ring out of it. Not he didn't feel as stupid for admitting his inner thoughts.
"Heh" he smirked, "you really are your mothers son, you know that?" He mused.
...
Trunks waited for a reply from Aspara as he finished reminiscing to himself about that day.
Aspara had gotten up enough strength to sit up and stare at him straight back.
"So he stayed because he felt that this planet was his last chance to continue our kind?" She commented.
Trunks was startled a little, unaware that she had been listening to him. He thought she had long since ignored his words and he was just muttering to himself.
"Oh, don't look so amazed, I at least have the decency to hear you out. You may be a dirty halfbreed but you proved to be stronger than me, and as a woman I should respect that." She declared. Trunks didn't like how sexist that sounded, but saiyan women probably thought of that as culturally acceptable, and she probably took pride in having accepted defeat from a worth opponent.
He took this opportunity and used to carefully.
"Yes, I suppose you could say that. My father said so himself the other day when I caught you that the saiyans can only continue and survive if they abandon the old thinking that got them killed to begin with." He started.
Aspara scoffed and looked away, "I'm still not enchanted with the idea but fine, at least he is of sound mind. Don't expect me to just turn around like that though. It'll be forever before you can convince me to change." She stated.
Trunks smirked as he heard her stomach growl furiously.
Aspara tried to to blush as the urge to devour the food before her became too much...
"Oh, stuff it! Look away you half blood prince I can't shame myself by letting you watch me eat like an animal!" She cried finally, and he laughed heartily at her overreaction and turned away.
"I'll talk to you again then..." He said and he left.
Aspara wolfed down all five steaks, two potatoes and the four cups of steamed eggplant that covered the tray, then literally forced handfuls of the saturated rice before finally sighing, as content as she could be with such a small feed.
She thought back to his story about how the Prince, or the king now actually as he could very well be called, came to the tough decision to change his mind.
"Survive... If mother had that chance on planet Yuhik, would she have survived?" She thought out loud. It was a though that disturbed her deep into the night.