AU Series: Dragon Ball Z / Super. Chapter: Future Trunks, Part 4: Saiyans

King Vegeta stood in horror, as his planet was shattered apart in front of him. For a Crime committed a dozen generations before Saiyans even touched the stars... all because some, likely long dead, half breed crossed their current master.

Cold looked down at the planet, watching it burn. King Vegeta made no comment, showed no weakness... though none could comprehend the sensation of watching his planet reduced to a small asteroid field.

"Where is he?" King Cold growled.

Vegeta kept the outrage, the horror, the sheer need to weep, out of his voice. Instead, he spoke with the dignity of a King. "The wretched thing that stole your youngest son." As the King's scientist recently discovered the beings species. "Was a Hybrid. From long before my people were allowed under your guidance. It was likely working on behalf of it's mother's race."

Cold clutched his fist. He knew, deep down, that was most likely true... but the scientist class weren't able to identify the mother species... only Saiyan. The other species wasn't in their data banks. Probably from some obscure planet, in the fringes... and there was no way to identify them all. He had been trying, for thousands of years. As he expanded his Empire across the Galaxy.

He may have acted hastily, atomizing the Saiyan Homeworld. Along with everything else in the system. But he had been given hope. Hope of finding his son... only for the lead to be revealed as a dead end... To give someone hope, only to take it away... that would make anyone dangerous.

Regardless, this served as a good reminder to his slaves. If even one of them crossed him, all would be punished.

"The Tuffle once used your children as pets?" Cold spoke casually.

"Yes my lord." King Vegeta nodded. Hoping, what was left of his race, would be spared.

"Cooler has been begging me for a new pet," Cold shrugged. "I would be most appreciative, if you delivered your son to him."

Vegeta made not to flinch. "Of Course, Sire. Tarble will do his best to entertain him."

"While Tarble certainly has the mannerisms of a good pet. I believe Cooler would have a much better time, learning responsibility, if he took to training a more rowdy animal."

Vegeta bowed his head, realizing, losing his favorite son... was better then extinction for his whole race. Besides, Cooler was not like his father... he would be a far more merciful Master.

Entering the control room, The Doctor found Trunks, just staring at a screen... poor boy looked like he'd been crying.

"I need to fix this." Trunks insisted.

The Doctor immediately knew what he was talking about. He had a psychic awareness of history. Seeing all the key moments that have, could, or should never happen... although the details are lost on him.

So the Doctor knew of Planet Vegeta's destruction. Just as he knew, it would happen eventually. Time Travellers might be able to delay fixed points... but they can't prevent them.

The Doctor sighed, he thought he prepared the boy for this inevitability. Yet the kid was still trying to bargain with the universe. "There is no fixing this. It's a fixed point, reasserting itself."

"We don't have to change the fixed point!" Trunks insisted. "It's already destroyed, we can't stop that. But what we can do, is bring them back."

The Doctor blinked, "Come again."

"The Dragon balls, Doctor. We can't stop it from happening, but we can make it not matter. We just need to Wish the Planet Vegeta back in the Sky... or rather... I need to. I need to leave for a little while, but I'll be back."

Trunks used his Time Machine. To go to the moment his mother met Goku. When Goku was 12 and Bulma was 16. Years after Gohan Senior died. So he could join them on their adventure. Befriending the Z Warriors along the way.

Shenron, was happy, as he always was. Living in a realm of eternal bliss, he had little reason to ever be anything but. Then, he felt it. The call. Sighing, he decided to get to work. Stepping into the mortal plane, he created his usual light show, and fanfare.

Nearby the artifacts that willingly bound him, he saw a boy with a monkey tail. The boy just stared at him. Waiting for his friends to join him.

"What is your wish?" Shenron asked the boy. Who reeked of innocence.

The boy shrugged, "It's not my wish." And looked back to his friends. Whom quickly reached him. Looking at each other.

Shenron gave a rare smile. At least, rare for when he was out of his bliss dimension.

This boy was willing to sacrifice his wish for another. He was worthy of... an old clause. One he could give at his own discretion.

A blue haired human walked up, awing at the dragon. "You're real..." She spoke as if she hadn't expected it.

With her was a small, bipedal, pig, and a flying... blue thing. It looked a bit like a cat, but not quite. Then there was a long haired, rough looking teenage boy, about the girl's age.

An odd assortment of people.

"Well," Blue hair smiled at monkey tail. "Aren't you gonna make your wish?"

Goku blinked, "Didn't you want a-"

Bulma quickly covered his mouth. "I think you deserve this more then me." they were all so Glorious. It warmed an old Dragon's heart.

"Somebody make a wish!" Shenron demanded, pretending this wasn't getting to him.

"Let me," Trunks walked over. And Shenron frowned, wanting to grant the kind boy a wish instead.

The blue haired boy stood tall, and demanded, not asked. "I wish planet Vegeta, with all it's inhabitants, was resurrected."

The Dragon sighed. "The destruction of Planet Vegeta is a fixed point. It cannot be altered."

Trunks gaped, before horror set in.

"Make a more reasonable wish," The Dragon demanded.

Trunks deflated, looking at Goku. "You should have it."

"O-okay," The boy, with the monkey tail, looked up at the eternal dragon. Clearly thinking about what he wanted. Then Shenron saw it click, just before the boy spoke the words. "I wish I had my family back!"

Immediately, Shenron understood the boy ment his adoptive grandfather. That shouldn't be hard... but he said family. There was wiggle room to make him truly happy. Shenron loved doing his best, to grant wishes that would please the little mortals that worked so hard to reach him.

"Doable," was all Shenron said, as his eyes glowed red. And 4 individuals appeared out of the light of the Dragon Balls.

He repressed a smile, as He felt gods of death curse his name.

"Grampa?" the monkey boy whispered. Running into an old man's arms. Before looking at the other three people... with monkey tails, and quils for hair, much like his own.

There was a Woman, in pink, bronze, and black armor. A tall man, looking much like the small boy. Then, there was a teenager, although he barely qualified as such, being around 19.

The teen was the only one who looked confused.

"Dad?" The teen realized, "Mom? How... how is this possible?"

The tailed man waved off, "Wish granting dragon god." Before looking at the little boy. A proud smile on his face. He had been watching both his sons, through the veil of the afterlife... and was particularly proud of this child.

His mate got on her knees, and hugged the child. Pulling him away from the old human, which the man allowed.

"Hello Kakarot," She whispered. "I'm your mother."

The boy froze in the grasp. "I think you got the wrong person lady," Denied the boy. "I'm Son Goku."

"That's your adoptive name," His mother patiently explained. "Your birth name, is Kakarot. I don't particularly mind which you choose to call yourself."

"I do," Grunted the father.

The mother rolled her eyes, "Ignore him. Your father is just an argumentative man by nature."

The father looked up, eying Shenron. "You still here?"

Shenron scoffed. But realized he could be seen as intruding on a precious moment. "Once every millennium. I can choose someone to grant three Wishes, instead of one. I think your boy has earned that right."

The father's eyes widened, before looking back at his boy. "Do you mind if I make a wish of my own?"

The boy gave a hesitant nod. Well... that backfired, but the offer was already made. Shenron would have to grant the wishes.

"Speak," The Eternal Dragon, grumpily demanded.

Bardock smiled, "I wish all with Saiyan blood, were brought here. With a desire to cooperate and live peacefully with each other, and the natives of this world."

The Dragon smiled, "Now that's how you make a wish." He congratulated, then his eyes turned red. In a flash of light, thousands of Saiyans and young hybrids appeared within the surrounding desert.

"Last wish," The dragon purred.

Trunks spoke up, "I Wish all the Saiyan Fusions of the Future. Each had their own permanent body, separate from the people they fused with."

The dragon smirked, "Really trying to increase Saiyan power I see. Very well." The dragon's eyes glowed red. "It is done." A bakers dozen people appeared together, in the crowd.

Shenron turned into formless light, as he disappeared back into the bliss dimension. From their the orbs, his "Dragon Balls", flew into the air, before once again scattering across the world. Leaving some truly stupefied mortals behind.

Each of the families appeared near their kin. With the adults bonding over being reunited, and introducing their hybrid children... unfortunately, Bardock's wish had separated them from their alien mates.

To make the transition smoother, the Dragon made them all aware of what happened. That he was the one to bring them together.

Prince Vegeta had appeared nearest the Dragon balls. Near the Fusions of his future self... and Raditz family. The teenage prince felt nothing but annoyance at that.

"Father," Prince Vegeta calmly approached the older man. He'd seen the man a few times. Cooler made sure to bring Vegeta with him, whenever he visited Cold's Ship. To 'play' with his Sire... although it been a couple years since they last met.

The King merely held out his hand. "Tail!" He demanded. Getting the young Prince to flinch. His mind suddenly going back to his first few years of life.

Nervously, his tail unwrapped itself from around his waist... and hesitantly put itself within his father's grasp.

Immediately father got a firm grip around the tail. The young prince fell to his knees, gasping and groaning in pain... and blushing at the humiliating way his father chose to discipline him. While still not understanding why his father was punishing him.

"What's this I've been hearing about you killing Saiyans!?" his gruff Elder demanded.

The Prince growled, shaking his head.

"I expect an answer, cub," The King grunted. "Surely you haven't lost all your manners."

"C-Cold O-ordered me to-to hunt down threats!" The Prince exclaimed, feeling all of 5 years old.

"What's in your head, cub!" The King growled. "Why were you even listening to Cold. Weren't you supposed to be being pampered by Cooler! Why did you leave his side, to help in Cold's massacres?"

"I..." Vegeta struggled to talk through the pain. Having forgotten where that usually leads. "I wanted... be Warrior! L-like our people." he tried to explain. One of the teenager's eyes forcing itself shut, and refusing to open. All well he spoke in broken sentences.

Unfortunately, the Prince remembered too late. Talking back always got his father to squeeze harder... and longer. As he added to the lecture. The Prince gave out a brief yell, before clamping his mouth shut. Insisting on taking this like a man.

"You should have focused on restoring our people! Not threaten to destroy What's left of it!" King Vegeta, pointed at someone nearby. "Look at your brother!"

Prince Vegeta was shocked to see Tarble, his little brother, was actually standing nearby. The boy was a good few years younger then his elder brother. So not quite a teenager, himself.

The boy was covering his tail, as if expecting to be next.

Vegeta hadn't seen his little brother since they were toddlers. The boy had been sent away, due to being weak.

Regardless of that fact, their King and Father, spoke in pride of his youngest, to shame his elder.

"Tarble not only managed to get away, from the Planet Trade Organization, but he spent the years after our world's destruction, finding as many survivors as he could. He turned his space ship into a mobile colony. Staying out of King Cold's way, as our people prepared themselves for a counter strike."

Tarble felt he should point out, he wasn't involved in the attack plans. Those were more the fantasies of the Saiyans he found.

There were thousands of Survivors, that had been off world when Cold destroyed their home. And while Tarble hadn't found all of them, or even most of them, he never stopped looking... and never stopped hoping his big brother would find them... but maybe it was best he hadn't. Not if he was hunting rogue Saiyans.

"Meanwhile, you talk down to the few Saiyans in your care. Do tricks for that Sociopath that killed off your people. And abandon every scrap of honor I tried to instill in you! You didn't even find Broly! Our ultimate hope, The mutation I sent off to train, due to his power level surpassing Cold as an new born.

"If you had just gotten that cub, and trained him yourself, COLD WOULD HAVE DIED A DECADE AGO. Everything you've done, these past 9 years, has brought me nothing but SHAME!!!"

The young Prince finally began to weep. Not from the pain in his tail, but from the sheer words his father spoke.

The King released his son, before forcing the cub to his feet... and giving him a hug.

"I still love you," The King swore, hugging his son tightly. "But we really need to get that monster's lessons out of your head. You're going to start listening to Nappa. As you should have from the beginning. He is your instructor, I don't care how much more powerful you are compared to him. You aren't grown yet, and you need to learn respect before you can expect it."

Patting his son's shoulder, The King broke the hug. Then looked over at his youngest.

"Tarble?" Spoke the King. The smaller cub eeped, as his father walked over to him, with purpose. The boy relaxed, as his father pulled him into a hug of his own. Their tails coiling around each other. "I knew, if given the chance, you'd grow up to be a great Saiyan."

Parting slightly, though still hugging his cub. The King looked into his eyes. "You might not have grown into the warrior I wanted you to be. But you are a hero none the less."

Tarble blushed, "Father..." not knowing what to say.

King Vegeta gently gave his son another squeeze, before parting. His tail untangling itself from the cub... and pretending not to notice the boy's tail trying to weakly pull it back.

Tarble was always more emotional, then generally thought appropriate, for Saiyans. Regardless-

"I'm proud of you," The King said the words Tarble had never gotten to hear.

• Meanwhile.

Gohan gave a sigh, as Goku finally fell asleep... cuddling up in the old man's lap. The boy had refused to leave his side. Much to the chagrin of his biological father.

Gohan was doing his best to be what the boy needed him to... and not informing him that he didn't want to be resurrected. Gohan was happy, in the afterlife... training alongside gods and other champions... he missed Goku, of course, and that tiny spark of discontent, is what let the Dragon resurrect him... but he had been truly happy in the halls of heroes.

It be hard to adjust to this cruel world again... but at least he was back with Goku.

Gine, the boy's mother, was pressed up against the old man. So she could better admire her youngest... and gently pet his quills.

"I spoke with Bardock," Gine smiled, as her hand moved through her son's hair. "He'll stand down, and submit to what you decide is best for our child."

Gohan eyed her, "How'd you swing that?"

Gine shrugged, "It was fairly easy. We Saiyans may have a king, but we are a matriarchy. He is obligated to listen to me, as the head of the family. The females rule the homes, and own the land, while the males protect it.

"Both my Mate, and eldest son, wanted to challenge you, for the role of Alpha Male. But your Power Level is so far above their's, and while they have been improving their own Ki, you've been training alongside gods. They wouldn't stand a chance against you. So I denied them the right to try."

Gohan sighed, "Anything, in particular, I'm expected to do?"

Gine shrugged, "You're role is largely as my enforcer, bodyguard, confidant, and adviser.

"You can choose to boss the other males around, and they are obligated to submit to you're authority. But if they feel you are abusing this privilege, they will inform me, and if I find it's true, I will demand you submit to me, and you are expected to cooperate. Even though you are far stronger then me."

"'Submit' meaning," Gohan eyed carefully.

The Saiyan shrugged, opening her mouth, then suddenly closed it... eying the lack of tail. "I honestly don't know," She admitted. "Normally, that means I demand your tail, you give it over, and I squeeze it 'til I deem your sufficiently remorseful.

"Without a tail of your own. I may have to be forced to give you a slap with my tail. But that is usually reserved for the more extreme cases of disobedience. Like refusing to submit.

"True fights, for discipline, is considered a last resort, within the clan... although it's your primary tool, outside of it.

"Saiyans may love a good fight, but it's more important to show respect to authority figures, in the family. So all the members of the clan, should willingly submit to you.

"If someone acts up, male or female, in any way you find inappropriate, including little Kakarot here, just demand their tail and squeeze it. If they refuse to give you their tail. Then you can kick the shit out of them until they do.

"If one challenges you, and fails to beat you, demand their tail, and squeeze. Don't just reach out and grab it, that's considered an abuse of power...

"And don't expect any apologies. That is considered something very personal in our culture. A display of vulnerability, only appropriate towards a mate or parental figure...

"Personally, I think Kakarot is too quick to apologize... I realize that is just how you raised him, with human values. But it's the equivalent of a toddler crying and begging over every little thing. It might get him a good deal of bullying from the other cubs.

"So it's a good thing you taught him how to fight," She chuckled. "I imagine he's got a lot of scrapes coming his way... oh! And don't punish the cubs for fighting. They aren't expected to be able to hold back, until they enter puberty. That is when their parents, big emphasis on parents, start teaching them restraint.

"Saiyan children are little more than feral beast, and it is considered too cruel to expect them to act civilly. Kakarot only adjusted to that, because he has literal brain damage... his Saiyan instincts are diluted... which again, will get him bullied.

"He needs to toughen up some," Gine nodded adamantly.

Gohan sighed, "I like Goku the way he is."

Gine smiled, "Honestly? So do I... I just worry how the other cubs will react to his gentle nature. Kak... Goku is already looked down on for being so weak, by Saiyan standards.

"I'd like to send him off on a few missions, to help toughen him up."

Gohan glared at her, "You still intend to do... 'Missions'?"

Gine shrugged, "I doubt they will involve nearly as much genocide. But we are a warrior race."

• Over the Next Few Hours.

In this Time Period, Bulma had a few trillion dollars to her name. As the heiress of the largest corporation on the planet. Capable of putting vehicles, supplies, and even entire buildings, inside a finger sized Capsule, for easy transport.

So she worked closely with King Vegeta. Arranging for each new clan of Saiyans, to get their own luxury manor. Built to the King's specifications. It was purely a matter of programming, and resources. Both of which Bulma could mass produce in under an hour.

Thanks to having her own Capsule factory with her, on hand, ironically in a Capsule. She produced hundreds of homes, with each extended family getting one.

Modifying their windows, to make it so the moons Beta Waves couldn't affect the Saiyans.

Then each had a communal bathhouse, a dining hall, a gravity based training room, a luxury kitchen, an arcade (filled with Earth games), and various other luxuries. Along with a few dozen Private chambers... which were strangely more of an afterthought.

Where each chambers was made of only two bedrooms, a sitting lounge, a patio, a half bath (Meaning just a toilet and sink), and a walk in closet.

Bulma also gave them a number of Capsule buildings, for the functional necessities of a city. Such as a school, factories, dojos, council chambers, post office, stores, research labs, and everything else a society would need...

Bulma even bought their "space credits" as she called them, for the equivalent of Earth Currency. As she was planning to spend that herself, in the greater galaxy.

All in exchange for giving her a data-pad, with all Saiyan scientific knowledge, and blueprints to their own inventions... including their space ships.

Trunks was assigned a living quarters in the King's own home. Which was a mighty Palace, at the heart of the city. With the necessary buildings, to a society, placed in districts around the Palace. Then the housing district surrounded the edge of the city.

While the Fusions shared their own manor. Not that far from the Palace. Where they were declared a branch clan of the royal family... mostly for their high power levels, and many of them having Prince Vegeta's traits.

Then Goku was living with his own kin, on the outskirts of town. With Goku and Bardock's direct efforts, to bringing the Saiyans together, resulting in them being recognized, as a noble house.

• Hours more, after the Saiyans were settled.

"What do you mean, I'm not the Heir!!!" Prince Vegeta raged. "I'm your first born!!!"

The King could only sigh. "Cold is a closed minded bigot. He knows nothing about Saiyan Culture. While Nappa is a coward, who didn't contradict any of that monsters, inaccurate lessons. Your lessons on all things Saiyan, my little Cub, are all wrong.

"The Heir of the Saiyan Empire, is the Strongest Saiyan. You might be powerful, but you aren't the strongest. Not by a long shot. So shut up, and be content with your place. Not like you even have the right temperament for ruling, anyhow."

The 14 year old Prince, crushed the glove he was wearing, as he glared at his father. Feeling his anger explode, his fist lashed out, attempting to bash the old man's face in.

However, the moment the fist was in range, The King snagged it out of the air, and glared at his disrespectful cub... until he noticed the look of horror on the boy's face... as if he was scared his father, his own father, was about to kill him.

The King sighed, "We are a warrior race, but we are not without compassion... you need never fear me, my son."

The Prince's tough guy facade reemerged. Scoffing as he jerked his fist out of the grasp.

"You have much to learn, cub," The king gave another sigh. Deciding to ignore the attempted punch, and continue his lecture.

"Saiyans instinctively respect the strongest. It is how we were so easily conquered by the Frost Demons, and the Tuffle before them. We submitted to their rule, willingly, because they were more powerful then ourselves.

"While, with the Frost Demons, this may have been more literal, for the Tuffle... we saw their superior technology, which could best our strongest warriors, and were too primitive to understand the difference.

"No my cub, while you were once the Heir. That was not because you were my blood, but because you were the strongest child born. But Another child was born a few years after you, which far surpassed your own power. But, if you want, when he reaches the age of challenge, you may put yourself against his might. To see if you can become the proper heir."

"The age of Challenge?" Vegeta sneered, although it was clearly fake. As the boy was still a bit nervous.

Tarble spoke up. "Pumpki, my tutor, told me about that," With Prince Vegeta's outburst, the King had nearly forgotten his other Cub was here... Vegeta junior was always over-shadowing his brother. Even when he was a disappointment. "The right of challenge comes in three stages.

"First, when you turn 15 years old (When an aliens aging starts to slow), you can start refusing orders, like from an elder or commanding officer, but ya gotta beat them in a fight, in a formal duel.

"Then, when you're 30 years old (That's the equivalent of 18 for aliens), you can challenge your clan's Alpha Male, to a duel for his position... but you still gotta listen to the Alpha Female." Tarble stressed, for his ignorant older brother.

"And finally, at 42 years old (When Saiyans are the equivalent of 21), you can challenge the King for his position... although that's the only one that commonly results in death of the Challenger. More rarely the King, as they tend to be more graceful about losing."

King Vegeta gave his youngest a proud nod. While Prince Vegeta glared at his know-it-all little brother.

The King decided to sidestep that as well. "Just because the current Heir, Broly, is more powerful then you, doesn't mean he is guaranteed to beat you in a fight... another thing you don't understand." The king gave a disappointed sigh. "Power levels aren't everything, technique and skill matters just as much, if not more. The one to win a fight, is more often then not, the one with the most guts.

"You may prove to be more skilled then Broly. But you must earn your role as 'Heir'. Until you do, you will always be a Prince."

Vegeta Tsk'ed.

The King continued, "So for now, Broly is the proper heir. I sent him away, in secret. Trusting his father would train him. So we could one day use his might to kill Cold. This cub... his power level surpassed The combined might of the Frost Demons, even in the womb. His birthing was so intense... it killed his mother... I should have considered that before trusting his father with the boy.

"Paragus has... not treated the boy as a worthy heir... he has committed crimes, and manipulations, unforgivable in our culture.

"Broly was once the hope of our world, but his father chose to run his own agenda, instead."

Prince Vegeta eyed his father, still a little nervous that he dared to strike the man... though slowly relaxing, as their father just continued the lecture... instead of killing him... as Cold would have... as Prince Vegeta, himself, would have.

The King eyed his eldest, "You were barely 5 years old, when taken from us... with Cold killing your mother, for refusing to hand you over... As a result, all you know about Saiyans, is the twisted things Cold told you... I intend to put a great deal of effort, in your re-education."

There was a knock at the chamber doors.

"Come in," The King growled.

Pumpki, Tarble's former tutor, stepped in, and gave a low bow. The young man had been given a respectable job, as the King's secretary. As reward for doing such a good job raising Tarble.

Pumpki was a low class Saiyan. Too weak to be a Warrior, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a respectable position in their society.

Most of the Saiyans, that had originally survived, had been either the strongest... or the weakest... mostly the Weakest...

"They better have found Broly," King Vegeta glared. As he had given orders, not to disturb his sons' lessons, otherwise.

"They have Sire," informed Pumpki. "Unfortunately, Paragus managed to escape off world. But the High Class Warriors were able to save Broly... He's not in good shape sire. Paragus used his son like a weapon, to buy him time for his escape."

King Vegeta closed his fist, as well as his eyes. "That thing really is without honor. It is no longer Saiyan." Then looked back at the young man. "Did the High Class have to hurt the boy too badly."

Pumpki snorted, "They barely landed a scratch on him. His very skin was too tough for them to even bruise. No the cub just started crying when he realized his... father," He growled the word, not thinking the thing worthy of even that title. "Left without him."

King Vegeta sighed, "So you mean he is in poor shape, emotionally."

"No my Lord," Pumpki shook his head. "He has numerous old scars... a shock collar, surgically grafted to his nervous system... and... his tail..." not wanting to say it in front of the cubs.

The King waved for the man to continue. He was already aware of all this, which was the reason he ordered Paragus be found and captured... as that thing was not worthy of a Saiyan's right to die fighting.

However the King's sons would learn of all this, soon enough. As the King intended to bring his Heir to the Palace. To be raised beside his own cubs.

Pumpki gulped, not wanting to say it, but obeyed his king, "He cut off the Cub's tail."

Both boys gasped, and it pained Pumpki for having to put that look of horror on Tarble's face... he thought of the boy as his own cub. Which was part of the reason the King allowed him to stay so close.

Even Prince Vegeta, was horrified that anyone would cut off a Saiyan's tail. Much less their own family... their own father. He'd expect King Vegeta to kill him, sooner then cut off his tail.

"He did worse then cut it off," King Vegeta explained. "He surgically removed it... So that it can never grow back."

All those unaware, turned green, Tarble even ran over to the waste bin... to vomit.

Pumpki forgot all decorum, and ran over, rubbing circles on Tarble's back.

King Vegeta just sighed, as his eldest glared at their father.

"Did you really have to say that in front of him!" Prince Vegeta pointed at his brother. "He's just a cub!"

"So are you," The King eyed. "and you both need to be aware, of just what this boy has been through. He is still the heir, still our hope. I expect you both to help him on his road to recovery."

• One Week Later:

Trunks was sitting on his patio, enjoying a calming cup of tea. Waiting for the Moon to rise, and enduring the Sunset beforehand. The Doctor had gotten him hooked on things like this. A warm tea, while watching the stars.

It... was weird... Trunks had just barely been accepted into the royal family. And, King Grampa...

A week, after everything was said and done, Trunks had gone back to the Doctor. Where he intended to spend the next 130 days. Before going back to King Grampa, for a single Day... so that Frieza could age at the same rate as Goku...

Completely ignoring Frieza would only interact with his friends, 4 times a year.

The Doctor immediately dragged Trunks back... a couple days late of course. With King Vegeta in a right panic at where Trunks got to.

The Doctor introduced himself as Trunks adoptive father, and explained Trunks' plan. Which the older Saiyan was equally pissed about... and then the Doctor demonstrated how people without tails, discipline children.

(Author's Note: The following italics show a spanking scene. Feel free to skip if that doesn't interest you.)

Trunks found himself over The Doctor's lap. Having been made to bare his own backside. " A means of showing, he accepts the consequences of his actions. Much like how Saiyan children, must give you there tail, of their own accord. If they've behaved particularly poorly, you can have them fetch a tool to use to spank them with. Such as a hair brush, switch, paddle, or even a belt."

Then Trunks was finally guided over the Doctor's lap. All the while the Doctor explained each step, and the reasons behind them. Even why slapping the boy's rear, was preferable to anywhere else. As the layers of fat and muscle, made it less likely of any actual injury. While the Clusters of nerves make it more sensitive, with less damage.

Trunks was all kinds of embarrassed, as The Doctor gave clinical explanations. Clearly so the older Saiyan could do this himself. For future misdeeds... part of Trunks was worried that meant the Doctor was going to hand over his care to the boy's grandfather... and abandon him.

So the teen allowed himself to cry extra hard... at the repeated slaps to his bare rear.. until the thousand year old teenager, was a sobbing mess.

Halfway through the punishment, the Doctor asked if "King Grampa" would like to give it a try. Then directed Trunks to get up, and get on King Vegeta's lap.

The boy had sobbingly obeyed. Then shrieked bloody murder, as his "King Grampa" learned what was appropriate force.

Needless to say, Trunks was a very sorry boy, and promised not to "run off" again... it was kinda surprising how gentle the king was, as Trunks continued to cry when it was all over.

The Doctor started explaining the importance of aftercare, but King Grampa waved him off, saying he understood that bit already. Given he had two rambunctious sons of his own. Who responded similarly whenever he squeezed their tails.

Then the Doctor put Trunks' fears to ease, as he asked if he could share a quarters with trunks.

(End Spanking Scene)

Later that very day, The Doctor revealed to the king he had one of his counterparts do a favor for him. Thet That Doctor, gathered the Namekian Dragon Balls. And wished all Saiyans, including all future Saiyans and hybrids, had longevity. That they could still die a warrior's death. But old age would not claim them, nor do more then turn their quills grey.

Then preceeded to restore the youth of older Saiyans. As well as make it so Frieza would mature at the same rate as Saiyan children... and live just as indefinitely.

Then used his 5th wish, to break all Saiyan Limiters. Plus give them complete control in their great ape form. And extreme anger, triggering that form, not the moon. With an instinctive knowledge how to control their forms.

The King was, needless to say, stunned. However he responded with the dignity of a king. Calmly thanking the ancient Time Traveller, and officially accepting him into the Royal Family... after confirming all this, through quantum scans, and transforming practice.

Now the whole Saiyan race could reach Super Saiyan 4. And stack the Great Ape form, with All Super Saiyan forms

King Vegeta, walked out to his balcony, thinking on all his people had accomplished in a week.

Admittedly, it was mostly the Doctor and Bulma's doing... giving incredible amounts of Aid to their race.

Bulma had even put The King in touch, with the global president. Getting him to agree to use the Saiyans as an independent branch of this world's military.

King Vegeta had to name a senator, to sit on the planet's Council, but the Saiyans weren't even the first non-humans this world dealt with. So they could easily adjust to an alien race of refugees, especially if they had Capsule Corp vouching for them.

The most troubling thing was harboring Frieza and the cub that stole him. They should be thousands of years old. But instead, the Frost Demon was the equivalent of a Saiyan 12 year old. Where Trunks, himself, barely looked 16.

It was even more troubling to learn, Planet Vegeta was fated to be destroyed. The King's future grandson, had actually kidnapped Frieza to stop it... but that did nothing, in the end... The poor cub, had taken on the burden, of saving their world... and failed. But at least he helped gather the survivors.

Regardless of the why, King Vegeta had taken responsibility of the young hybrid, and the son he kidnapped. Despite the fear of Cold's reaction... and a tiny bit of plotting to use the Frost Demon child to kill Cold. Until the Wish that made even the weakest Saiyan, even stronger then Cold.

As soon as the humans finished their fleet, the Saiyans would destroy the Frost Demons, and liberate all slave worlds.

Until then, the Saiyans had a few years to catch their breath.

King Vegeta needed to build a new normal for his people, and was arranging a mating dance next month.

Trunks, immortal child or not, was just old enough to be chosen by a female... which meant Vegeta, now that he accepted the boy into his clan, had certain responsibilities to present the boy to a suitable mate.

That usually fell to the female mother... but King Vegeta's wife had been killed by King Cold. As a means of punishing Vegeta for some imagined grievance... best not to dwell on such things. She died well, and he should be proud of that.

This meant, it was now Vegeta's duty to find suitable mates for the cubs in his care. While Females may choose their mate, males would attend gatherings, and perform tribal dances, to let the females know they were looking.

Vegeta would have to start teaching the boy how to dance. A very specific dance, that would speak all his intentions.

The child had explained he was "gay". Which apparently did not mean he was "happy", but rather that he desired a male mate. Humans have words for everything.

That wouldn't be an issue, at least not to Saiyans, who were largely "bi". King Vegeta imagined he could find some female, that would be willing to let her mate take a consort. It was a fairly common practice, in Saiyan culture.

There were even dance moves, so Trunks could express he wished to be a consort, with no interest in breeding with the female.

Not wanting to breed with a female at all, might be known to the Saiyans, to the point they had a dance move to express it. However, that would make him less desirable to add to a pack.

Hopefully, the notoriety of claiming a prince, would outweigh that character flaw. After all, a consort was expected to help with the Cubs, the cooking, the cleaning, and protecting the home. They were basically the male equivalent of a "Traditional Wife" on this planet.

A more submissive male partner, was of great interest to many females... but again they would already have to have a mate, as Trunks wouldn't be willing to satisfy her.

King Vegeta was, admittedly, a tad worried no clan would want the boy. Especially given, he had a Frost Demon for a ward... there was no dance move to indicate THAT, but there was one for adopted alien ward... it just be a nasty surprise what KIND of Alien.

Of course, most in the village had already heard about Trunks and Frieza. Though, thankfully, they had come to accept them. Still, it was one thing to accept the child into the village, and another into their direct family.

After staring at the stars, for a few hours, Trunks made his way to the royal bathhouse... he still wasn't used to bathing in anything outside a stream. Gohan... his "future" Gohan, would insist they keep clean. Finding safe places for them to wash up. But it was always in cold streams, or lakes.

Even in the TARDIS, Trunks preferred taking a bath in the onboard pool.

Once Trunks reached the bath, he was a little surprised by all the steam. Toeing the water, it was uncomfortably warm.

"I've been meaning to ask,"

Trunks jumped, turning with lightning reflexes, and unleashing a powerful kick. Only for a hand to grasp his leg.

The owner of the hand, turned out to be none other then King Grampa. The older Saiyan smiled, a predatory grin. Before slamming his palm against Trunks chest, and sending him flying into the large shallow pool.

Trunks was under water, for all of a moment, but it was enough to get soap up his nose. Sitting up, Trunks started coughing up a storm. While King Grampa just continued to smile.

"Not bad cub," He praised, clearly proud. "Not many can force me to block."

Trunks continued to cough. However he eventually got control of himself. In time for his grandfather to disrobe.

Soon enough, Trunks was blushing as his elder washed his hair.

"Want to tell me how it happened?" King Grampa suddenly asked. Leaving Trunks all manner of confused. "Your tail, boy."

Trunks blushed. He never really thought about his lack of a tail... although he did know what happened to it.

"My mom had it removed, when I was born," Trunks shrugged.

He felt Vegeta Senior freeze in place, before the man exploded, "YOUR MOTHER DID THIS TO YOU!!!" With absolute horror in his voice.

Trunks didn't know why he was so horrified by that. "She was a human, and couldn't handle a Saiyan cub."

"So she cut off your TAIL!!!" The king wasn't really asking a question there. Still Trunks felt inclined to explain.

"It's not like she got a pair of scissors. She had highly trained surgeons remove it. I was put under, and was too young to notice a difference."

"And where was Prince Vegeta in all of this?" The king growled.

"Busy protecting the planet from Androids." Trunks shrugged. "Gohan told me he was pissed, but it was too late to change anything."

King Grampa took in a breath. "I'm surprised he didn't kill her."

Trunks eyes widened, to the point they stung with Shampoo. He yelped, as his grand-dad pulled him into a hug.

"It's going to be okay," The man insisted. "Everything is going to be o-okay. I won't let anyone do anything to you again."

Trunks blinked, trying to rub the soap out of his eyes... which made his Grandfather appear to think he was crying. The man was treating him like an abuse victim.

"I'm fine," Trunks tried to express. "Really! She was a good mom." That just got him hugged tighter. Are tails really that important?