Chapter 1
Hi fellow readers! If you do not like
romance fics, then don't read this!!! It isn't a lemon, so if you really
against this stuff, at least it's not too bad for you. But I am not sure if
the later chapters will have some citrus in them, but I'm steering away from
that for now. The first chapter has quite a few flashbacks, but the other
chapters only have one, at the most. I am working on the second and third
chapters, so be patient! I try to do as much as I can after school with
sports and everything. Junior High is not easy!
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"Trunks, sweetie, you really ought to get to bed." said Bulma.
Trunks had been standing on top of one of the castle towers for hours
looking up at the stars. Bulma had been watching him, how he had begun to
act so strangely lately. He used to glower in his room all day, or train in
the gravity room with his father, until he came home from visiting the House
of Lord Narden, a slave trader (kind of reminds you of the medieval Times,
doesn't it? Maybe that's because it IS! ^_^'), 3 weeks ago.
*Flashback*
"Hello, mother! How are you this lovely evening?" Trunks said as he skipped
merrily into the dining room for dinner.
Bulma immediately jumped out of her chair and ran over to feel her son's
temperature. "Are you all right, honey? You must have caught a cold or
something, it was very chilly outside, why don't you sit down." Turning to
her maid, she said, "Bertha, go and fetch the doctor, I think Prince Trunks
is sick."
Bertha bowed and nodded, "Yes ma'am."
Trunks laughed and pushed his mother's hand away. "Bertha, that won't be
necessary, go and have something to eat. I am fine mother. So, what's for
dinner?"
A low growl came form the front of the table. "Sit down woman, can't you see
that he can't breathe with you over there gagging over him? Besides,
saiyjians don't catch diseases, like you weakly humans."
Bulma glared at her husband through narrow slits. "Shut up, Vegeta, like you
would know how your son feels. All you do is give him a daily beating in
that gravity room. I'm the one who raised him, not you!"
Vegeta snorted. "No, that was the royal baby sitters." Bulma looked like
steam was coming out of her ears.
"Now, now, you two, calm down. Lets have a nice dinner and forget about this
tiny argument." said Trunks. The dinner was quiet, as everyone stared at
Trunks. He was smiling and very cheerful, asking everyone about their days.
"Trunks, I think you did catch a cold. Either that, or you're high." said a
very amused Bra. Bulma glared at her daughter. Her wide grin disappeared
just as quickly as it got there. Bulma began to watch Trunks. She was very
curious as to what was making him so happy, although, she had a pretty good
idea of what it was.
*End Flashback*
Trunks sighed. "Sure Kaasan, I'll be in, just give me a minute, okay?" She
smiled and walked back inside, leaving Trunks alone with the stars and the
quiet city. He sighed once more. He couldn't take his mind of the previous
day and events.
*Flashback*
"Prince Trunks, your horse." said Silutan, his loyal servant. Trunks patted
his horses neck. Trunks patted his horse's neck. She was a beautiful white
mare with a silver star on her forehead. She was decorated with golden armor
and purple velvet reins, which matched Trunks' cape. Trunks, himself was
wearing Golden armor and purple velvet underneath, matching perfectly with
his horse. His silver sword was swung over his back, he had that sword since
he was a little kid.
Trunks hopped on, and started his route to the house of Lord Narden, a
wealthy proprietor. He had been sent there to discuss slave trade. The
gravity machine was having problems for months, now, so he traveled to this
man's house to discuss matters of buying slaves from him to help out with
the machine. Vegeta had wanted them for a long time so that it wouldn't take
so long to fix the gravity machine every time he broke it. Bulma said no,
but finally caved in, and Trunks was sent to pick them up. He was around
Vegeta so much, though, that he picked up some of his attitude, so it was no
wonder that he felt no pity for the peasants on the street.
When he arrived at Narden's home, servants immediately swarmed around him,
taking his horse and escorting him to the dining room. On his way there, he
was looking at the many tapestries of Narden's descendants on the wall. In
doing so, he didn't notice the girl running down the corridor. Well, not
until she ran into him. She literally bounced off of him, and he looked down
at the poor slave that ran into the prince.
It was hard for him to tell that she was a slave, because she wasn't wearing
tattered clothes. She looked almost like Jasmine in the movie Aladdin,
except that her clothes were shimmering gold, and a skirt replaced the
pants. The skirt hugged her hips perfectly, and it slowly flared out and
rippled down towards her heels. The fabric was slightly see-through, so you
could see her sparkling bloomers (like the bottom of a bikini) underneath
the skirt. The skirt was the same fabric as the long sheet of cloth that
hung from her golden tiara. Her midriff was tight around her upper body, and
the same see-through fabric hung from the bottom of the tube-top, hiding her
belly. She wore lots of gold chains, and the outfit matched perfectly with
her jet black hair. But what really took Trunks' breath away were her deep,
dark eyes, which were as black as her hair.
Her eyes widened as she realized who she had run into. She got on her knees
and began to kiss his feet. "Oh, My highness! Forgive me your majesty, I was
a baka, I did not see where I was going! Have mercy on me kind sir!" she
pleaded.
"You are forgiven. Now, uh, move along, then." he said, trying hard to hide
kind nature. 'you must not let them see a weak point'. As soon as he had
spoken, three guards rushed over to the girl and dragged her off. They began
to yell at her and whip her. 'Look at that! I must stop them-hey, wait a
second Trunks, you are trying to make an impression here, be tough- but I
can't just let them torture her, she is a human being, not a bag of beans.
Wait a second , since when did I start to feel sorry for slaves?' He saw
tears streaming down her face. 'Are you just going to let them torture her?
You have to do something Trunks'. he turned to the guards. "That will be
enough. Leave her alone. Go and guard the house from real criminals, like
robbers, not slaves. Now go." The guards nodded and left. The young woman
looked at him with much gratitude. "Thank you, sir."
Keeping the thought of making a good impression on the royal family, Trunks
said, "Humph. Don't get your hopes up. I'm just feeling gracious today."
Trunks left with the escorts, leaving the black haired girl to ponder what
had just happened. "Welcome to my humble home, Prince Trunks." said a fairly
good sized man. He bowed. He had brown hair, and looked as if he was in his
late thirties.
"You may rise." said Trunks.
"My Prince, I am Lord Sencres Follen Narden. You may call me Sencres.
Please, take a seat," He showed Trunks to the dinner table. A butler
immediately rushed up and pulled the chair out for Trunks to sit on.
They ate a fairly good meal. Afterwards, Sencres said, "Now, before we get
down to business, I would like to show you something."
He clapped his hands, and an Egyptian style music began to play and six
dancers dressed in white came out, wearing the same outfit of the girl
Trunks had run into earlier, except that the outfits were white. They began
to dance to the lively music, forming a circle. Then, they separated into
two lines, up and down the small flight of stairs leading up to the small
stage decorated with white translucent fabrics. The music stopped, and the
had their hands outstretched towards the curtains, as if to present
something.
Then, from behind the curtain, a small light was lit, illuminating the
shadow of a girl. A flute began to play a slow song, holding out it's
beautiful notes. She began to move her hands gracefully to the slow
serenade. Her long hair swayed from side to side with the rest of her body.
The dancers slowly opened the curtains to reveal the black haired girl,
moving to the soft melody. She gracefully made her way down the steps,
followed by the other dancers. She began to slowly move her hips back and
forth in a hypnotic manner that made Trunks' head spin. The other dancers
made a circle around her, the circle moving in and out to the slow sway of
the girl's body. They then began to circle around her, twirling slowly. Then
they all knelt down to show the coal eyed teen dancing. She made a final
twirl as the flute held out it's last beautiful note. Trunks tried very hard
not to gawk at the "golden" dancer during the performance.
"Thank you ladies, excellent job. Now, then back to business. About the
slaves?" he said. The dancers kept dancing to a fast paced music now.
"Uh, yeah, sure. My parents have been curious as to if you have any
mechanics. We have been having some, uh, how should I say this? Technical
difficulties, I suppose."
Sencres smiled. "Ah, yes we have many mechanics. How many did you have in
mind?"
Trunks answered immediately. "17 should be sufficient." Sencres clapped his
hands and 17 mechanics were dragged into the living room in chains,
accompanied by 4 guards.
"These are some of our finest slaves-their specialty, mechanics of course."
he said.
Trunks tried to show an expression of disconcern. "They'll be fine." Sencres
clapped his hands a second time and they were gone. "Well, I must be off.
Nice to meet you, Sencres." Trunks grabbed his cape and left.
When he got home, his mother looked very worried, for he seemed so cheerful
at dinner. "Hello, mother! How are you this lovely evening?" Trunks said as
he skipped merrily into the dining room for dinner.
Bulma immediately jumped out of her chair and ran over to feel her son's
temperature. "Are you all right, honey? You must have caught a cold or
something, it was very chilly outside, why don't you sit down." Turning to
her maid, she said, "Bertha, go and fetch the doctor, I think Prince Trunks
is sick."
Bertha bowed and nodded, "Yes ma'am."
Trunks laughed and pushed his mother's hand away. "Bertha, that won't be
necessary, go and have something to eat. I am fine mother. So, what's for
dinner?"
A low growl came from the front of the table. "Sit down woman, can't you see
that he can't breathe with you over there gagging over him? Besides,
saiyjians don't catch diseases, like you weakling humans."
Bulma glared at her husband through narrow slits. "Shut up, Vegeta, like you
would know how your son feels. All you do is give him a daily beating in
that gravity room. I'm the one who raised him, not you!" Vegeta snorted.
"No, that was the royal baby sitters." Bulma looked like steam was coming
out of her ears.
"Now, now, you two, calm down. Lets have a nice dinner and forget about this
tiny argument." said Trunks. The dinner was quiet, as everyone (except
Vegeta) stared at Trunks. He was smiling and very cheerful, asking everyone
about their days. "Trunks, I think you did catch a cold. Either that, or
you're high." said a very amused Bra. Bulma glared at her daughter. Her wide
grin disappeared just as quickly as it got there. Trunks laughed. 'way to go
Trunks, now they suspect something'.
That night, Trunks hardly got any sleep. He kept thinking about the way her
hips hypnotized him, and her eyes, oh, her eyes. He kept thinking about her
all through the night.
The next morning, he snuck out of the palace disguised as a peasant in a
dark, hooded cloak that he found in the stable. Trunks hoped he would run
into her again. As he walked down the streets, he saw merchants selling
products, children playing with toys, and mothers hanging the family laundry
out to dry. Because he missed breakfast, he was getting hungry. So he walked
over to a nearby cart and browsed the assorted fruits. He was looking at the
apples when he accidentally knocked someone over. "Oh, I am so sorry, I
wasn't paying attention." he said as he bent down to help her pick up her
things.
"Oh, no," she said, "It was all my fa . . ." she couldn't finish her
sentence when she looked up to see who it was. Her wide black eyes seemed to
pop out of her sockets.
"It's you!" he whispered.
Her eyes narrowed. "You,"she sneered.
Trunks was confused. "Huh?" She put everything into her basket and walked
away.
Trunks ran after her. "Wait! How did you know it was me?"
She turned around to look him in the eye. "Well, that's easy, it's because
of your . . . your purple hair. Not a lot of saiyjians have purple hair
around here." She turned on her heel and kept walking.
Trunks was even more confused. "Why are you so mad at me?" he called after
her. She stopped and slowly turned to face Trunks.
"Because of yesterday. You came and bought all those slaves, not even
caring. I remember all those people talking about how the prince was
perfect, and how he slayed 60 men in one battle with his sword. I guess I
just thought that you would see slavery as evil and actually do something
about it. Well, you proved me wrong, the royal family isn't any different
than any other slave trader. Just as careless and just as rude. Guess I need
to stop living off of childish fantasies. Freedom, hah." She kept walking.
Trunks was belittled for the first time in his life. No one had ever
insulted him, except for his sister, of course. He suddenly felt bad for
what he had done the other day. She was right, he did act like a total jerk.
He ran to catch up with her. "This is all about me not being so nice to you
when I called the guards off, isn't it?" he said. She turned her head to
give him a glare before she kept walking. "Hey wait! Please come back!" She
kept walking. "I'm sorry! Please give me a chance!" he called after her, but
it was no use, she had already turned the corner.
He hung his head and walked back towards the fruit cart. He picked out two
ripe apples and began to make markings in the sand with his stick as he
walked. He had not gone far when he felt a gentle hand on his arm.
A soft voice said, "I'm sorry. I misjudged you, will you forgive me?" Trunks
turned around to see a black haired saiyjian girl looking down at her feet.
He took her hand and said, "Do not be sad, I forgive you, after all, it is
not your fault that the prince of Vejitasai is a baka." She looked up as a
small smile crept across her pretty features. "Would you care for an apple?"
he said, holding out his last one.
"Why, thank you." she replied. They sat on the soft grass and talked for a
while. As the sun began to go down, Pan said, "Oh, no! I need to be home in
20 minutes! I have to leave!" she said as she stood up. She was about to
leave when Trunks grabbed her arm. Pan looked at his hand and blushed. He
quickly pulled it away.
"Uh . . . I can let you borrow my horse, if you need it. She knows the way
home, I can fly." he said as he gave her the reins.
She smiled. "Arigatto, my prince." As she sped off, he called, "Hey, what's
your name?" She swivled her head around and replied, "Son Pan!" With that,
she was gone.
Trunks sighed and walked home to the castle. 'How could someone be so kind
and so beautiful, but so independent minded at the same time? She is one
amazing person . . .' he thought to himself. His mind flooded in pictures of
her, especially her smile. It lifted him off his feet, taking away all his
worries, and he couldn't help but smile back. The warmth that it held was
unbelievable. He sighed once more as he walked into the castle and up to his
room.
*end flashback*
He longed to see her again. The problem was that he wasn't sure how, and so
he stared up at the stars, some how thinking they would hold the answer.
Even though he had only known her for a day, there was something about her
that made his thoughts somehow make their way back to her smile. 'There must
be a way . . .' he thought to himself.
He watched as each light in the city slowly flickered off, and the only
light left was the stars and three moons. He yawned and decided to head back
inside, still thinking about how to ever find see her again. 'I sleep on
it.' he thought, as he crawled into bed. Still thinking about her smile, he
blew out the candle and fell asleep.
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So, did you like it?! I know that it sounds really corny and all, but that's
why I have the sweet people on the web who take their sweet time to review
my story! *trunksgirl smiles angelically, and Trunks hits her in the back of
the head. "Shut up. Don't worry, they'll review, because I'm in it." he
said. Trunksgirl slaps him upside the head. "Shut up Trunks, you talk too
much . . ." leans in for the kiss . . . Trunks runs away "Help! I'm being
attacked!" Trunksgirl smiles, "That should keep him away for a while."* The
next chapter should be up soon, so stay posted! Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!! ^.^